One day, around noontime, a sturdy old outer-space craft that was constructed entirely of cedar wood landed in my yard. Its gate opened, and extraterrestrials climbed out. They were wearing wooden shoes, and they were all chewing on spikes of wheat. They started plowing the soil and planting seeds. Then they built a log cabin and gained possession of a bull. Now, these aliens all were carrying items that, at first glance, resembled giant laser guns, but they actually turned out to be some sort of utensil for baking bread.
When the rest of my city got wind of this outer-space invasion, they were panicked and fearful; so they sent military troops out to offer the extraterrestrials raisins.
Eventually our visitors decided that it was time to leave, so they packed up their pushcart and manual mulcher; then hitched their bull to the ship and went flying into the starfield. As a parting gift, they left us this folding paper fan.
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